I'm lookin' ova my shoulda...

...peepin' 'round corners... my mind is playin' tricks on me. Well no it isn't. But y'all know that song was the shit when it first came out. And I swear, to this day, I'm deathly afraid of Bushwick Bill. That fool may look short next to the Geto Boys, but standing next to me he'd be damn close to my height. Nothing that short should be that damn buff, scary, or be missing an eye that he can remove at will and put in a glass of Ever.clear, to make the murder complete. Anyway, as you can plainly see, I've managed to sneak from the clutches of The Man temporarily. I am looking over my shoulder though, there's rumors of a sneak assault in the form of a customer audit. So I've got to be on my P's and Q's. What in the hell is a P and a Q? I know someone told me before, but I can't remember what that means. Well I am going back to work now. I would like to declare for the record that I am hungrier than I have been all week. And I saw a mini-cooper drive through my parking lot today. I think that heffa is trying to torment me into car jackin' her ass. She know she doesn't have to drive past the lab. Oh yeah, I like this song by Raheem DeVaughn called "Guess Who Loves You More". Probably because it sounds like it has the old ass EW & F in the background. But it's not so bad, considering the trash that is passed off as music today. Damn. Don't get me started. Today if you get the chance, slide by Bolivion... as usual Max is telling the truth about us Black Folks. But I'm too lazy to break it down here, so read it for yourself. And with that, I'm out.